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As feminist scholars, we in the Department of Gender and Women’s Studies have much to contribute to discussions of the politics of free expression, but, alongside the Northern California chapter of the American Civil Liberties Union, we think it is unfortunate that Milo Yiannopoulos’s manipulative framing of “free speech” hasRead More…

“Atomic Blonde” ‒ based on the graphic novel “The Coldest City” by Antony Johnston and Sam Hart — follows the inhumanly fierce Broughton as she is set out on a complicated mission that, unfortunately, the film never fully explains.Read More…

“Baywatch” is obviously preoccupied with bodies, and overtly upholds rigidly gendered standards: huge muscles for men and tiny waists for women. It misses any opportunity to subvert the now-stale sexism of the original television series.Read More…

In the fast-paced world of quick-to-access and easy-to-digest entertainment, it’s not often that a work of literature is able to move its readers to slow down and savor its significance, coaxing them into prying open its complexities one by one with a sense of wonder and anticipation. Equal parts intricateRead More…

It’s date party season, and you know what that means: You’ll spend hours of your life thinking about dresses, makeup and shoes so that a dude you’ve never met before in Rho Alpha Pi Eta will — I don’t know — attempt to validate your self-worth through physical appearance alone or something?Read More…

2 cents on 2 sides

I lost my virginity when I was 14 years old. But before I could bask in the glory of fulfilling my sexual needs, or even process the act, the gossip about me spread around school as quickly as pink eye at a co-op orgy party. In a predominantly white, upper-middleRead More…

D ammit, 45 minutes late again. That means I’ll get the cramped elevator for sure. If one more old man stares at my boobs I swear — “Namaste, madam.” “Namaste, sirji, how are you?” “Very good, thank you madam. Where shall I drive you today?” “The Secretariat — but I’mRead More…